A família rica é pura hipocrisia, e eu e a filha falsa nos unimos para acabar com os canalhas.

“Jiang Baodi, you stubborn girl, where have you gone off to again? Didn’t you hear your brother calling you?”

Zhang Wunu stormed out of the kitchen, wielding a bloodied kitchen knife. She had been preparing fresh black-boned chicken intended for Jiang Yaozu’s nourishment.

She had no idea what useless Jiang Baodi was up to. Yaozu had been calling her repeatedly, but she pretended not to hear.

With a swift kick, Zhang Wunu opened Jiang Baodi’s small, cramped room. The space was so tiny that a quick glance covered it all, but the troublesome girl was nowhere to be found. No one knew where she had run off to or whether she had taken Yaozu with her.

Muttering curses, Zhang Wunu left the room and hurried to set down the knife in the kitchen. She anxiously washed her blood-stained hands before rushing toward Jiang Yaozu’s room.

Though siblings, Jiang Yaozu’s room was bright and spacious, a stark contrast to Jiang Baodi’s cramped quarters.

At that moment, Jiang Yaozu sat at his computer desk, a paunch protruding from his belly. Wearing large headphones that framed his round face, he stared intently at the screen, muttering words like “Attack... go!” without pause.

“Baby, do you need something?”

Zhang Wunu’s earlier fury vanished when facing her only son. She was always patient with him, as if the world’s finest things owed to him alone.

The clicking of the keyboard and mouse nearly drowned out her voice.

Upon seeing Zhang Wunu, Jiang Yaozu’s expression soured, clearly annoyed. “What do you want? Where’s Jiang